lying           
          in   my   room,           
  arms flopped over the edge of the bed. 
      something poking my  left  hand, 
                  something     slimy, 
      slithering around  the  fingers, 
           up   the   arm.          
 is   it  drug-fueled  apathy?         
         i   don't   move   the   arm. 
                                 
 whatever it is that's tasting me,     
 it    moves   further    up,          
 reaches    the    armpit.             
 i  turn  my  head   toward  it.       
             looks   like    seagrass. 
        it's   kinda   cute.        
                                 
     once it's  up my neck  and on  my 
 face,    i    bite    it.             
      the  texture is  like that  of a 
 juicy                          grape, 
    and  the squish tastes  like sweet 
                      cucumber.    
    it's very good.     and i    
 suck   more   of   it   in.           
             chew   it.             
    the seagrass doesn't seem to mind. 
                                 
      apathy  gone,   i  sit  up.     
    the  tendrils are  stuck  under   
    my  shirt,    entering by the arm 
 and  exiting  through  the  collar.    
   this makes  it  hard for me to  push 
 more   of   it  in   my   mouth.       
   i make to remove  the shirt, but the 
 seagrass finally  protests when i try to 
 move     my    left     arm.           
      so  -  eating  it  is  ok,      
       moving  it is  not.